Turbonegro

As much as I wanted to see the Norwegian numbskulls of Turbonegro regain their past glory by topping Apocalypse Dudes, the hugely disappointing Scandinavian Leather sounds like Epitaph gave them enough rope and they chose to hang themselves. There were always signs of self-indulgent proclivities in Turbonegro's over-amped battering, such that the slightest rap on the noggin or even a cough syrup binge could send them spiralling into hair-metal hell. And with Scandinavian Leather, the threat of W.A.S.P.- and Whitesnake-style excess has been realized with disastrous results. Unfortunately, the new songs aren't quite stupid enough to be good.